All language subtitles for House s01e20 english

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Lee, call 4142.
Dr. Lee, 4142.

Will it be much longer?

We'll call you when we're ready.

I've been waiting almost an hour.

We'll call you when we're ready.

I'm sorry.

MAN: Saw him make
quite a throw yesterday.

There's a liner to left field
coming to third base's right.

Laskowski is up.

The throw on the way to the plate.

So she's really coming back?

Who's coming back?

You don't know her.

You give her a raise?
Increase her benefits?

Don't have TiVo on this thing.
Can't rewind. Shut up.

You lower her hours?

You don't even know her.

Who is this guy?

He's a patient.

He's examining me.

He's gotta go back to work as soon as
I'm done with the examination.

Guess I do, too.

It's gotta be something.

I mean, she didn't come back
because she likes you.

Wait a minute.

She did come back
because she likes you.

(GIGGLING)

You dog. You slept with her.

Keep talking.

I'll finish your exam
with a prostate check.

I've agreed to take her on one date.

What?

So, you into this girl?

- Yes.
- No.

She's not giving me any choice.

Wait. She's making you do her?

Date her.

Young ingenue doctor, falling in love
with gruff, older mentor.

Her sweet, gentle nature
bringing him to a closer,

fuller understanding
of his wounded heart.

Do her

or you're 93V-

For God's sakes.

Grow up. Or learn to harmonize.

- Damn it!
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Who the hell walks around
with an open urine sample?

I'm sorry. I didn't... I didn't...

You think that was
a bit of an over-reaction?

Well, he peed on me. I'm not into that.

It's apple juice.

Now go find that guy and apologize.

One more patient complaint,
and you're looking at a suspension.

(SIGHS)

(PANTING)

I forgive you for ruining my jacket.

Look, you seem
like a regular kind of guy,

not the type to get
another regular guy into trouble.

Am I right?

(sesame)

(SIGHS)

20 bucks cash if you'll stop crying.

(MOANING)

Forgive me. Yell at me.

Just give me something
I can work with, okay?

(GASPING)

WILSON: Game's over.
You two make nice?

Get a wheelchair.
Gotta get this guy into the ER.

What happened? Right pupil's blown.

Holy... You gave the guy a stroke?

(GROANING)

So the bear wipes himself
with the rabbit.

Lame.

Hey.

Yo.

What are you doing here?

I work here.

What? Here, here? In this office?

House practically begged me
to come back.

Please tell me you took him
to the cleaners.

Same lousy salary.

Then why'd you do it?

Because this is
the happiest place on earth.

21-year-old male comes in
with grinding of the teeth.

And House gives him a stroke.
Totally blew out his pupil.

You scared a guy into stroking out?

Does that surprise anyone here?

Blown pupils usually means
brain stem edema.

Sure, but since he's not dead
or in a coma,

I'm going with stroke
to the optic nerve.

CT scan shows two things.

Ischemia, death of brain tissue.

Means there's been some damage,
hopefully not permanent.

And?

FOREMAN: And that's it.

There's nothing there to tell us
what the underlying cause is.

Gotta do an MRI.

You're looking at
the wrong part of the scan.

I'm looking at the brain.
What else is there?

The jaw.

The jaw tells us why he stroked?

No, the jaw tells us
why we can't do an MRI.

Unless we want his jawbone
flying across the room.

Metal plate.
He's had major reconstruction,

and there's no way we're removing it,
so we're forced to be clever.

Angiogram to rule out vasculitis,

EMG for peripheral neuropathy,
tox screen to eliminate drugs

and echo to rule out cardiac emboli.

Dr. Cameron, I'd appreciate you keeping

the terms of your new contract
to yourself.

Don't want everyone
clamoring for the same perks.

What perks?

Nothing you'd be interested in.

So it's not money, then?

Office space, insurance, parking?

Anything he could offer you,
we'd be interested in.

He agreed to go on a date with me.

A date? Date, dinner-and-a-movie
naked-and-sweaty date?

He only committed to the first two.

He's so... He's so old.

And you're so young.

It's a big mistake.

It's my boss.

I'm allowed to sexually harass my boss.

I'll arrange for the EMG.
You want to set up the angiogram?

And you can get the blood samples,

patient history, patient consent.

Like watching an accident
about to happen.

Morning.

Harvey, I'm Dr. Foreman.

I'm here to discuss your case.

I'm Annette. I'm Harvey's friend.

Nice to meet you.

I need your next of kin. You didn't
fill that out on your intake form.

Harvey's parents are dead.

They died two years ago in a car crash.

I see. So, Harvey,
you have any siblings?

No. And no grandparents
or uncles or aunts.

Annette, I don't want to
have to ask you to leave.

I want her to stay.

Well, she can stay. You do the talking.

FOREMAN: Why'd you come
to the clinic this morning?

About six months ago,
I started grinding my...

You know, in your mouth.

You chew with them.

Teeth.

Harvey's experiencing
a little nominal aphasia.

Hmm.

You know,
when you can't remember nouns.

Yeah, I think I know
what nominal aphasia is.

Have you had any treatment
for the teeth grinding?

I went to...

You know, they do that thing
with the sharp pointy things.

Needles? Someone took your blood?

No. They make you breathe.

Pulmonologist?

No. She had this...

She had that electrical machine.

He saw an acupuncturist.

Mmm-hmm.

Do you know what the acupuncturist did?

She diagnosed liver chi stagnation

and sent Harvey to a Shen balancer.

He referred him to a homeopathic
doctor,

who sent him to a chiropractor.

Naturally.

Well, the chiropractor thought it might
be food sensitivity

and sent Harvey to a naturopath.

The naturopath sent me back to the...

Back to the acupuncturist.

Yes.

Okay. Well, we'll need
to see the records

of all of those practitioners.

Okay-

Thank you.

Everything set for the angiogram?

Cameron's got the EMG first.
Who's that?

Harvey's guru.

That's what she called herself?

(SCOFFS)

That's what she acted like.

Hi. I'm having vaginal pain.

Pleasure to meet you.

My OBIGYN died recently.
He's a nice man.

Warm hands.

Not anymore.

So, does it hurt when you tinkle?

Yeah, that's when it's worst.

You have some vaginal tearing.

No sign of bruising.

No indication of trauma, forced entry.

Ramona, you naughty girl.

Either you've got yourself
an 18-year-old boyfriend,

or an 80-year-old
with some little blue pills.

Myron thought he'd just try them out.

Lucky you.

(SIGHS)

I guess.

You'd prefer it if Myron
was a little droopier?

Maybe a little.

We used to hold hands or read together
or watch Jeopardy!

I haven't seen Jeopardy!
in almost a month.

Have you talked to him about this?

You try talking a 73-year-old
out of sex.

With all these male enhancements,

the pressure to put out's incredible.

It's worse than high school.

He doesn't get what he wants from me,

he'll get it from Connie
in the corner condo.

She's dying her hair red.
Major-league slut.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Here's a prescription for vaginal
estrogen suppositories.

It'll help with the lubrication.

Thank you.

Maybe you could give Myron
a prescription,

something weaker than he's got now.

Tell him it's better for his heart.
He'd buy that.

You can't tell him the truth,
so you want me to lie to him?

Would you?

Close your legs.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

CAMERON: Nerves stimulate muscles
to move

by creating a small electrical current.

The machine will measure that.

And I will insert this needle into
various muscles and ask you to flex.

Sometimes it can be painful.
Let me know. I can pull back.

No.

I mean, it's okay.

Okay. Put your arm out to the side.

(MOANING)

You all right?

I'm good.

You don't have to stop.

Raise your arm over your head.

(MOANING)

' AMER v N: The EM was clean.

Based on this history, it's either
toxic herbs from the homeopath,

spinal damage from the chiropractor,
infection from a needle

that the acupuncturist accidentally
let sit in eye of newt,

or the Shen balancer.

What the hell is a Shen,
and how come it's lopsided?

The only abnormal test result we found
was on the echo report.

Mitral valve prolapse.

Hang up a shingle
and condemn the narrowness

and greed of Western medicine.

You can make a damn fine living.

Clots form on the faulty valve,

get sent to the brain, voila, stroke.

HOUSE: Of course, no harm, no foul.

It's just taking a few bucks
from superstitious idiots, right?

Could also be an aneurysm
due to trauma.

Trauma? From what?
The chiropractic treatments?

It's bacterial endocarditis,
an infected valve.

We should do blood cultures.

Except the six months that he had
with these charlatans

might have been better spent going to
someone who looks at things

that exist in the real world,

but that's just
me being all narrow again.

I noticed a small bruit when I listened
to Harvey's left carotid.

You could hear that if he had
an aneurysm from trauma.

An aneurysm would have shown
on the angiogram.

No, not necessarily.

Hmm...

Quite a dilemma.

Oh, great pool-hall oracle,
grant me guidance.

Do we go with Foreman's theory,

which is at least marginally supported
by medical test results,

or Chase's theory, that is completely

unsupported by medical evidence?
What to do?

The guy obviously broke his jaw
somehow.

Who knows what other trauma
he's suffered?

We should do the angiogram again.

And all signs point to...

Sorry, Chase. The gods have spoken.

Start Harvey on blood thinners
and antibiotics.

Wow. Yeah, I get it. House is adorable.

I just want to hold him
and never let go.

(CHOKING)

My God! What the hell are you doing?

She's choking him.

Foreman, stop. Let her go.

She was trying to kill him.

No. No, she wasn't.

His vitals seem okay.

Please, don't hurt her.

What the hell is going on in here?

CHASE: She's a dominatrix.

Right, Annette?

LAWYER: The patient asked you
to strangle him?

Harvey is an asphyxiophiliac.

He likes to be strangled or smothered.

That's just sick.

Well, that's an intriguing
legal opinion.

Geez. What kind of a lawyer is he?

You want a legal opinion?
Call the cops.

I was careful. I watched the monitors.

Made sure his O2 sats were over 90.

I would never hurt him.

Then what was the point?

Harvey was upset.

He needed to calm down, to feel
in control by being controlled.

Uh...

He pays you for this?

In return, he does my taxes
and cleans my house.

We're not done here. We have to talk.

Call the cops.
Bar her from the hospital.

Force her to pierce your nipples.

Not really medical decisions.

It was a long time ago. I was seeing
this woman, a banker,

and turns out, she liked to be burned.

You actually dated someone
who likes to get burned?

Yeah, why would you want to be
in a relationship with someone

that's so obviously
only gonna lead to pain?

Shut up.

CHASE: It was a weird scene.
I observed...

Chase, did you know about this woman,
what she does?

I met her at some parties, yeah.

I wouldn't have tortured you if I knew
you liked it.

(SCOFFS)

Well, here's a phrase to remember.

"Hey, this guy might have been

"pounded on the head
one too many times."

I said I thought it was
a trauma-induced aneurysm.

Yeah. Could have carried
a tad more weight

if you'd mentioned
the liking-pain thing.

You're on my naughty list. Sorry.

No leather stethoscope this Christmas.

I'm not...

I assume you never started him

on antibiotics and blood thinners

before Mistress llsa's
rude interruption.

That was probably a good thing.

Start him on antibiotics
and blood thinners.

CAMERON: You still think
Chase is wrong?

No, he's probably right.

CHASE: Then we should schedule him
for vascular surgery.

Go into the carotids,
find the aneurysm, repair it.

If we put him on blood thinners,
he might bleed out.

But if Foreman's right about it
being bacterial endocarditis and...

I think Chase is right.

Okay. If Foreman used to be right
about it being blood clots

and we take the surgery route,

then we'll probably kill the guy,

so start him on blood thinners,

and if he has another stroke,
then we'll schedule the surgery.

Yeah?

You Dr. House?

I have a feeling I'm gonna regret this,
but yes.

Ramona said I should come to you
for my refill.

You know, the wood's beginning
to droop.

She said you'd probably want
to talk to me first.

She lied.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Always happy to make people happy.

Good-bye.

I don't know how much more of this
I can take.

Much more of what?

Sex.

You don't want more sex?

My golf swing is all messed up.

Hey, here's a radical thought.
Talk to her.

The truth?

Sounds crazy when you put it like that.

Ramona's got a big appetite.

If I don't perform...

(SIGHS)

I don't want to lose her.

You got a pharmacy around here?

In the hospital?

Could be. Let's see if we can find it.

Got any blue pills?

You're looking for ED medication?

Well, that's one example
of a blue pill.

Name six others.

There's a brand of acetaminophen...

Perfect. Fill her up.

Dr. House.

Little busy here.

I heard about Dr. Cameron's conditions
for coming back to work.

It's purely business.

I'll make sure you get the receipt.

Well, I think it's a good thing.

What happened
in your last relationship,

it's no reason to wall yourself off
from people forever.

Five years of self-pity
is probably enough.

Wow. You've certainly given me
a lot to think about.

If only I was as open as you.

Well...

Actually, it was your blouse
I was talking about.

Bear in mind, Cameron's probably

the only female who could tolerate you.

Wear the sky-blue shirt.

It almost makes you look nice.

They said she couldn't come back
into the hospital.

They won't let me see her.

Harvey, you're lucky
she wasn't arrested.

What were you thinking,
doing that at a hospital?

Squeeze my fingers.

I was scared.

I'll need you to squeeze
with both hands.

I am.

CHASE: Weakness in his right arm
and hand.

Harvey's having mini-strokes. The blood
thinners aren't making a difference.

Stop the treatment.

Sorry. We tried your way.
You could not have been wronger.

I said Chase was probably right.

Oh, yeah.

We've all got perfect 20/20 hindsight.

Get a hold of May in Vascular.

See if his surgical dance card is free
for tomorrow.

(CLEARS THROAT)

About tomorrow night.

You couldn't keep your mouth shut.

I didn't see any reason to.

Where are we going? I want to make sure
I dress appropriately.

That would be army boots and T-shirt.

It's the county paint-ball tourney.
First prize is 50 bucks.

I'll split it with you
if you hold your end up.

I'm not sure that was the deal.

Relax. I made a reservation
at Cafe Spoleto.

Regarding wardrobe, are you too young
to remember spandex?

I'll figure something out.

The surgery will repair the damaged
blood vessels in your neck,

and your strokes will stop.

All this is because
of the strangulation?

More like strangulations.

My parents were right.

(GASPING)

I'm a loser.

I don't know...

I don't know what to do. I need to...

Harvey, calm down.

I need to talk to Annette.

You can do this on your own.

Surgery's the...

She hates me.

I've been calling. I've been calling,

and she's not picking up.

Harvey, you don't need her...

I can't.

I can't.

(sesame)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Harvey, you will do what I say.

I don't want surgery.

Sign the consent. Sign it!

I can't do anything.

No surgery. No surgery!

No surgefY!

CAMERON: We could give him
antidepressants.

See if he changes his mind.

I already did. Mashed them up
in his applesauce.

It'll lighten him up soon enough.

Someone should just tell him to do it.

Way faster.

So, it's forgery, also illegal.

(CLEARS THROAT) And I already tried.

Not you.

Where's a good dominatrix
when you need one?

Annette's barred from the hospital.

If you get caught,
(Buddy's got a hairbrush,

and believe me,
she knows how to use it.

They let you come back.

Not because you deserve it.

You've been bad.

You will have the surgery.
Do you understand?

(LAUGHING)

No.

Do not laugh at me.

You will respect me.

Where do you get off
telling me what to do?

Get out of my room,
you bag-faced witch.

Is this a part of their deal?

This isn't like him.

(sesame)

Something's wrong.

Get out!

Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!

Emotional swings.
He's having another stroke.

Harvey!

(MACHINE BEEPING)

CHASE: He's crashing.
Can we get a cart in here?

So what's that? Two strokes
you've scared this guy into?

Yeah. It's making me question my view
of myself as a people person.

Now you want to do surgery on him
without his consent?

The kid's in a coma.
He needs the surgery.

He said no. We can't do it.

Emergent situation.
We invoke heroic measures.

You need a court order.

Great. Where do I get me one of them?

Do I need to lawyer-up?

I'll need to show the judge
an affidavit from next of kin.

They might have a problem signing
anything, seeing as how they're dead.

He'll want proof.

Like what, Dad's hand?

I don't even know where they're buried.

Bring me a published obit or a death
certificate, and we'll run with it.

I don't want you
to mess up your clothes.

CAMERON: His parents were accountants.

Maybe there's an obit
in the trade papers.

Guy lives in Market Town. I don't know
if he grew up there,

but we could check
the local funeral homes.

Great, and when your searches
turn up nothing,

you should try and find
where they live.

He said they were dead.

Accountants are usually pretty good
with money,

so how come he lives in a slum
like Market Town?

Maybe they were bad accountants.

Two bad accountants from the Pacific
Rim? The odds are astronomical.

Maybe Harvey burned through
their money.

Or maybe they cut him off when they
found out about his proclivities.

That'd be my bet. Go to his apartment.

See if you can find his folks.

Number, address, something.

Hey. Can I talk to you?

Sure.

Look. Cameron's a friend.

This whole dating...

Time's up. Thanks for playing.

Hey, I've been on the scene
more than you recently.

Way ahead of you.

I got a case of malt liquor
stashed in the trunk.

Mr. Marvin Gaye on the CD.

We are gonna get all the way down.

Now move.

Come on. You're not into her.

Most guys who aren't interested in

a woman try to sugarcoat it, be nice.

Oh, you know me too well.

That's what I'm saying.

I think you should go
with your instincts here. Be a jerk.

I'm missing my soap for this?

Women love to be right.

You gotta leave them feeling superior,
like they dodged a bullet,

but if you're nice, she'll blame
herself...

And fall for me even more.

The love doctor has made an art
out of breaking up with women

'cause you're convinced that the loss
of you would be too devastating

for any woman to handle.

(CHUCKLING)

Yeah. I'm the one
with the serious ego problem here.

I'm just saying, some relationships
aren't meant to happen.

(DOOR OPENS)

Harvey's school registration.

Permanent home address?

Emergency contacts?

Annette Raines.

Mistress Annette.

You had to extort a date out of House.

You don't think that's a bad sign?

Cameron?

High-school yearbook.

Think this might give us a clue,
Sherlock?

House isn't gonna hand you anything.

You want him, you gotta take him.

Jump him.

Harvey, H-A-R-V-E-Y.

I'm sorry to have bothered you.
Thank you. Okay.

Yes. Harvey Park.

Great. We've been looking for you.

I'm calling from the
Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.

Harvey's here, and it's rather...

He hung up.

You tell him why you were calling?

I didn't get a chance. Call back.

I'll do it.

Let the master show you how it's done.

Mr. Park, this is Dr. House calling

from Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching
Hospital in New Jersey.

Your son Harvey is dead.

We need you to identify the body.

Yes. I'm sorry. It's the law.

Okay-

There's a real art
to delivering bad news.

They're gonna show up at the morgue.

Be sure and let me know
when Cuddy starts screaming.

You lied to them!

He told us our son was dead.

It's only a white lie.

Technically, all I did was call them
a little early.

Trust me. He'll be dead real soon.

Actually,
I saved you some rush-hour traffic.

I'm calling our lawyer.

Fine. Just as soon as you've signed
the surgery consent.

I have a pen.

Marilyn Park for Mark Lerner.
Yes, I'll hold.

Harvey's your son.

I'm sure you still care about him.

He humiliated us.

Everybody we know knows
about his perversion.

But you don't get off on embarrassment
the way your son does.

My guess, maybe it skips a generation.

How much money would it take
to compensate...

Yeah, you guys can haggle in a minute,
but here's the thing.

Humiliation comes
in all kinds of packages.

People finding out that your son's
a perv, that's pretty high up there.

People finding out that you'd rather
let your son die

than sign a piece of paper.

Where does that rank?

And trust me,
if I have to paste up a sign

in every nail salon and dumpling shop

in Pennsylvania,
I'll make sure they know.

Your son will be in surgery first thing
in the morning.

(SIGHS)

Dumplings. That was a cheap shot.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hi. Are you...

Can we talk?

Gee, I wonder
what this is gonna be about.

I just want to make sure
no one gets hurt.

I will be fine.

Everybody's acting like I'm going out
with Jack the Ripper.

Oh. It's...
It's not you I'm worried about.

It's been a long time
since he opened up to someone, and I...

You better be absolutely sure
you want this,

because if he opens up again
and gets hurt,

I don't think there's gonna be
a next time.

You're worried
I'm gonna break his heart?

The wide side's too short.

You're gonna look like Lou Costello.

This is a mistake.

I don't know how to have
casual conversation.

You think you're talking
about one thing,

and either you are,
and it's incredibly boring,

or you're not because there's a
subtext, and you need a decoder ring.

Open doors for her.
Help her with her chair.

I have been on a date.

Not since disco died.

Comment on her shoes, her earrings,
and then move on to DHA.

Her dreams, hopes and aspirations.

Trust me. Panty peeler.

And if you need condoms, I've got some.

Did your wife give them to you?

Drug rep. They've got antibiotics
built in somehow.

I should cancel.

I've got a patient in surgery
tomorrow morning.

And if you were a surgeon,
that would actually matter.

That's a good idea. Settle your nerves.
Get me a beer, too.

No beer.

You're gonna eat before dinner?

This is pretty lame, right?

I think she likes lame.

It's beautiful.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

And you look very handsome.

Thank you.

I've always loved this restaurant.

Yeah. It's changed a lot
since the last time I was here.

Used to be a strip joint.

Nice earrings.

My mom's. Thank you.

Nice shoes.

Comfortable?

I'm not expecting you
to be someone you're not.

We're in a restaurant.

We're dressed up. We're eating.

Without small talk, what is there?

(SIGHS)

According to Freud,
and I'm paraphrasing,

the instinct of love toward an object

demands a mastery to obtain it,

and if a person feels
they can't control the object,

or feel threatened by it,

they act negatively toward it,

like an eighth-grade boy
punching a girl.

I treat you like garbage,
so I must really like you.

Given your Freudian theory,
what does it mean

if I start being nice to you?

That you're getting in touch
with your feelings.

(CHUCKLES)

So there's absolutely nothing I can do

to make you think
that I don't like you?

Sorry, no.

I have one evening with you,
one chance,

and I don't want to waste it
talking about what wines you like

or what movies you hate.

I want to know how you feel

about me.

You live under the delusion that you
can fix everything that isn't perfect.

That's why you married a man
who was dying of cancer.

You don't love, you need.

And now that your husband is dead,

you're looking
for your new charity case.

That's why you're going out with me.

I'm twice your age.
I'm not great-looking.

I'm not charming. I'm not even nice.

What I am is what you need.

I'm damaged.

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

WOMAN: Warm saline.

(CHATTERING)

Came in late. Good time last night?

How's the surgery going?

Harvey's doing fine so far.

How'd the night go?

It was fine. How was your evening?

She had the ravioli.
I had the puttanesca.

Yes, I really want to know
about the quality of the food.

Either something very good happened

or something very bad. Which is it?

Well, I did have a little indigestion
afterwards.

Maybe it was the garlic bread.

Or the wine.
Something made my eyes puffy.

Yeah. Crying in your pillow
can do that.

It was the wine.

We had a nice candid conversation.

Nothing deep, mostly small talk.

I'm sure.

Took your advice.
Complimented her shoes.

That's 15 minutes of chat right there.

No snide comments?

I guess, when we talked about you guys.

Just answer one question.

You two gonna do dinner again?

I don't think so.

I don't know.

Hey, kids. You were wrong.

No aneurysm, no nothing.
This guy's clean.

Which means we've got no idea
what's causing the strokes.

He's had two more post-op.

We won't know the extent of the damage

until he comes out of the coma.

If he comes out.

Maybe we should go back
to the blood thinners. Up the dosage.

If it's not clots, a loading dose
of blood thinners

is gonna make him bleed
out of his ears.

Then he won't be able to hear.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(EXCLAIMS IN EXASPERATION)

Nobody home. Leave a message.

This is important.

(SIGHS)

Chase, Cameron,
get another angiogram and echo.

You better get a full body scan.

If it is clots, it'd be good to know
where they are.

Sorry about that. Guy dying.

Those pills you gave Myron?

They're not working.

Well, good to see you've got the
correct perspective on the thing.

Well, the old ones, I mean,
made me feel like a tree, you know?

Nice visual.

But the new ones,
I might as well be eating candy.

Candy wouldn't take away
your headaches.

What?

You came to me and told me
that you were having too much sex.

I never did.

You too, sequoia.

Well, no, that's not true.

I know everybody lies,

but you'd think that after a certain
amount of time together,

you wouldn't be trying so hard.

Your rings don't match.

Why would they?

The style is one thing,
but one silver, one gold?

How long have you guys been married?

Fifty-five years.

Forty-nine years.

Damn it. You're having an affair.

Did you really say you wanted
to have less sex?

Well, less.

If I wanted none,
I'd stay home with Esther.

I just need a little rest.

You guys aren't the victims of the
little blue pills, you're the problem.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

I should just have told you how I felt.

Aw.

Oh, welcome to hell.

(coome)

Hey, how about the pills?

Looks like you guys are good to go
drug-free for a while.

Dr. Chase, these breath mints
you've been popping since yesterday,

are they a new fetish?

I found them at Harvey's.

What? I just took two boxes.

The guy's got a whole drawer of them.

And you didn't find that interesting?

Well, there's lots of interesting stuff
in his place.

The mints weren't high up on the list.

Wrong.

Chase, get your nose in here.

If you're trying to humiliate me,
I told you...

Come on. Just put your face
in his mouth.

(CLEARING THROAT)

(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)

Rich, wouldn't you say?

Smells like old vomit.

Number-one sign of fulminating
osteomyelitis.

Infection of the jaw?

HOUSE:
Probably from the original break.

Never healed properly.

Infected tissue from the jaw
breaks off,

blocks blood flow to the brain.

And life just isn't worth living
without blood.

It was hidden from the scans
by the metal plate.

And an infection in the jaw is unlikely
to show up in blood tests.

So how do we confirm?

Like this.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have pus.

We're gonna remove the jaw.

Anybody got a buzz saw?
Okay, call a surgeon.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

Hi. I'm Dr. House.

How's tricks, Annette?

I just wanted to see if he was okay.

I'll leave.

It's okay. I came to talk to you both.

Like I tell all my patients,

you've simply got to say
no to strangulation.

Me, I'm a freak.
I get off on not being in pain.

That and chocolate-covered
marshmallow bunnies.

He's not a freak.

Yeah, he is, a little.

But it's gotta stop,

or he'll die.

It's not about pain.

It's about being open

and completely vulnerable
to another person.

If you can learn to be
that deeply trusting,

it changes you.

Well, lock him in a cage.

That should be fine, medically.

Dr. House?

Were my parents here?

Did they come to see me?

(POP SONG PLAYING)